But then I died..(a poem)

I used to love to read and write and eat and sleep

I used to love to dance and sing and run and laugh

I used to love the way reading made the feel. The way I loved movies so much

I used to love the smell of food and even better, the taste of it

I used to love how I loved to speak and argue until everyone heard me and understood me

I used to love everything I used to be and everything I dreamed to be.

But then I died

I couldn’t eat or sleep or dance or sing or run or laugh anymore

I couldn’t be what I’ve always wanted and all I’ve always wanted to be

I couldn’t see my very innocent sister’s smile when she asked me very dumb questions

I couldn’t see the way my mom cooked and cooked until she was covered in sweat and the pain that constantly hung around her

I couldn’t see the way my tired and ever hopeful dad always looked at me with pride anytime he saw my grades

I couldn’t be anymore.

Then I died and after I did

My dreams died with me

My love died with me

My loneliness died with me

My strength and weakness died with me

The voices in my head died with me

The marks I decorated my skin with died with me

The ugly thoughts I always thought about myself died with me

My happiness and sadness died with me

I died with me.


hi people! How’re you doing?! I really hope you’re doing ok!

For me, I’m pretty good. I just wanted to share this poem with you:)

thank you for reading!

byee:))

*don’t forget that God loves you forever and that you’re so worthy🤍🌻

Am I depressed?(a poem)

She looked at me and said I looked like I was depressed

She said I looked so sad and tired of it all

At first, I was so excited

That somebody finally paid attention to me

And saw how I was really doing beneath all my fake smiles

But then, I panicked

I wasn’t hiding it well, I wasn’t hiding my pain very well

The pain has over flooded me and I’m drowning in it

It has overwhelmed me and buried me deep under all of it

Maybe that’s why I can’t hide anymore and keep floating like I’ve always done

And then, I asked myself if I was really depressed

I’ve always thought of depression but I’ve never called myself depressed

I say it’s because I’ve never been diagnosed of it

Maybe it’s really because I’m in denial

And I don’t want to accept that I’m in pain and need help

Maybe it’s because I’m not even depressed but

Everyday, when the sun shines brightly but it’s so gloomy inside of me,

I ask myself over and over again, “am I depressed?”


hi! How’re you doing?! I hope you are doing okay!

Here’s a poem from me because why not?

Thank you for reading and I’ll see you in my next post:))

byee!

*don’t forget that God loves you forever and that it’s okay to ask for help!

Is love a rarity?(a poem)

Is love a rarity?

An endless vanity

Filled with passionless insanity

A feeling characterized by great scarcity.

Is love a rarity, I ask

I wouldn’t know because I cover my heart with a mask

Hidden like camouflaged vodka contained in a flask

If it’s not, why does it feel like an unsolvable task?

Is love a rarity, I whine

If it was, they said you wouldn’t be mine

You wouldn’t have made me happy like my favorite wine

Even so, let’s forget these thoughts of mine

And find each other again this Valentine.


hi! How’re you?! I really hope you’re doing okay!

So here’s a poem I submitted for a Valentine’s Day Poetry Contest in school and I decided to post it here on the blog. Why not, right?

okay thank you for reading:))

byee!

*don’t forget God loves you forever and that it’s important to always be patient and not rush things!

A little less(a poem)

I talk to myself a lot

Constantly lost in the fullness of my own being

Sometimes when I’m in a room full of people,

I’m really in my head full of voices.

I talk to myself a lot

Because I can’t talk to others

I’ve tried and tried

This friendship thing but it never works

Maybe I’m better off just being friends with myself

Lost in the false reality I create in my head.


Hi everyone! Happy new month! How’re you doing?! I really hope you’re doing okay!

Here’s a poem from me to start off the new month! I’ll see you in my next post:))

byee!

*don’t that God loves you forever and that you should always be very kind to yourself!

Leaving you with this today🤍🌻

Beautiful Boy(a poem)

My beautiful beautiful boy

My boy with eyes so brown, they remind me of earth, of life, of hope, of being

My boy with hair so curly, they remind me of waves, of water, of joy, of freedom

My boy with very sad eyes and very thin body

My boy who is so lost and helpless

My boy who is too sick, tired, and in pain

My boy who I try to help but can’t

My boy that brings a smile to my face every time he smiles

My boy who rarely smiles these days and holds so much pain in his eyes

My boy who pushes me away because he doesn’t know he needs help

My beautiful boy who is alive but has been dead for a while now

My beautiful beautiful boy who I don’t know how to help anymore.


hi! How’re you? I hope you’re doing okay! If you’re not, I pray that God will calm you and visit you. Amen!

Here’s another poem from me because why not!

I’ll see y’all later. Thank you for reading!

bye once again.

*don’t forget that God loves you forever and that whatever you’re going through right now, with God by your side always, you’ll get through it.

Poetry(a poem)

Poetry is more than ink on paper

It’s more than complex words and simple meanings

It’s the wool that wraps around me in the cold

It’s the tears that warm up my eyes in the dark

It’s the smile I hold back when I laugh

It’s the love that doesn’t feel draining

It’s the socks that keep my feet warm at night

It’s the bitterness in the coffee that I punish myself with

It’s the eyes that look back at me in the mirror

It’s the voices that seem deafening in my head

It’s the choices that I have to make

It’s the feelings I don’t want to feel

It’s the song that keeps playing over and over in my head

It’s the monsters that I feel under my bed

It’s the thoughts I don’t want to think

It’s the anger that I suppress down with a laugh

It’s the sadness I wash away with wine

It’s the eye bags that never leave my face

It’s the stripes that mark my body

It’s the scars imprinted in my being

It’s the folds that form when I’m me

It’s the good and bad and all in between

It’s the escape that reality is afraid of

Surely, poetry is more than ink on paper

It’s more than complex words and simple meanings.


Hi! How’re you?? I really hope you’re doing alright!

I just wanted to write something and that’s it. Thanks for reading..

byee y’all

*don’t forget that God loves you forever and that you’re strong, beautiful, talented, and all the good things in the world.

Stuck(a poem)

I’m stuck in this maze called my mind

I keep going back and forth

And it’s all in my head

I’m unstable and mazed

Struck by the disorientation of my mind

Unfazed by the world outside of me

I’m stuck in this body

That I don’t even recognize

Everyday, I have to knock and wait for an answer

Before I get in

I’m stuck in this life that I live

Unable to transform into the persona I admire

I’m constantly ran over by the chaos of reality

Still can’t fathom how I even got here

I’m stuck; stuck in all I am


Hii people! How’re you doing?! I really hope you’re trying to keep your head up high no matter what’s happening in your life. Remember, I’m always rooting for you🤍🤍

Today is Saturday, and a new post was supposed to be up yesterday. I had something planned for yesterday but I didn’t put it out because of the doubt that constantly lingers in my mind. Anyway, here’s a poem for today.

I’ll talk to you guys later. Bye🙃🙃

I came across this picture on an Instagram page @relationships.usa. I just really liked it😛

Love you all always🤗🤗